Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn stared blankly at the scene of the battle between the tree men and the skeletons, and a sharp sword with bright pearls and flowing runes appeared in his mind.

Sword in the Lake.

It is the sword of the king that helped King Arthur create legendary history.

In the legend, before King Arthur was seriously injured and dying and was sent to the island of Avalon, Knight Bedivere of the Round Table returned the Sword of the Lake to the Banshee in order to fulfill the agreement between King Arthur and Morgana.

In the fantasy he just experienced a few days ago, Glenn even threw it into the lake with his own hands.

If there is any item that can best prove Morgana's identity, there is no doubt that it must be this legendary sword of the king.

Glenn reached into his arms, took out the pocket-sized Sword of the Lake from the inner pocket of his close-fitting robe, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The scene changed rapidly. The skeleton army that was still murderous a second ago suddenly changed its momentum and stopped one after another. Even the skeleton soldiers who had rushed to the tree man and raised their weapons stopped at the same time.

For a moment, Glenn thought someone had pressed a time stopper that only appeared in movies.

However, although all the skeletons had stopped, the two tree men still maintained their attack status. The thick branches and vines whizzed past, once again smashing a large number of skeletons into pieces on the ground.

Although the skeleton army stopped moving forward, out of caution, Glenn still did not lift the transformation spell on the two tree men. He just waved his wand to let their roots go deep into the ground again.

A long bird song came from the distance, and an inconspicuous nightingale flew from the depths of the forest and passed over the army of skeletons.

The nightingale stopped circling Glenn and landed directly on his shoulder.

After a while, all the skeleton soldiers dropped their weapons, as if to express their surrender, and fell to their knees on the ground.

The nightingale sang softly again.

Although the sound came from right next to my ears, it didn't sound harsh or even loud.

The skeletons kneeling on the ground seemed to be able to hear it. They stood up one after another and turned around to return to the lake. Even those whose waists and legs were broken by the tree people and lost the ability to move struggled towards the lake.

Climb in the direction.

After just a few dozen seconds, apart from the broken bones all over the ground that could prove a battle had taken place here, there was no longer a single movable skeleton soldier visible by the lake.

Glenn watched all this happening in stunned silence. He was a little lucky that he reacted in time and took out the pocket sword in the lake, easily solving the dilemma. If it really goes on like this, will he be able to hold on until the magic power of the seal is exhausted?

, is not yet known.

He looked down at the sword in his hand again, and couldn't help but think of Morgana who gave it to him as a Christmas gift, and wondered how she was doing in Beauxbatons.

At this time, there is only the last year left of the three-year agreement.

He still hasn't been able to think clearly about the question raised when they parted.

Just as Glenn was thinking wildly, the scene in front of him changed again. The nightingale flapped its wings gently, left its shoulders, and came to stand in front of him.

Before he could react, Nightingale's body gradually became illusive and turned into a powerful magical force in the blink of an eye.

Following a slight fluctuation, the purple hexagram array appeared in front of Glenn's eyes again.

The magic circle rotates slowly, the illuminated hexagons are extinguished one by one, and the color becomes transparent little by little.

Glenn was determined. It seemed that this powerful seal that had lasted for more than a thousand years had finally completed its mission and was about to completely disappear from this world.

After a while, the magic circle completely lost its color. The illusion slowly shattered like a broken mirror, and the thousand-year-old tree reappeared in front of me.

However, this time, the six-pointed star array is no longer on top of the ancient tree.

"It seems that the child has succeeded." Merlin looked up at the sky and said to Dearborn with a smile, "You can finally return to the world that belongs to you."

Dearborn did not speak, but nodded, his eyes slightly moist.

Although he never showed his eagerness to leave in front of Glenn, how could he not look forward to this moment after surviving alone in such a deserted wilderness for so many years.

Glenn felt the power blocking the space in the distance gradually dissipate, put away his wand and pocket sword in the lake, and returned to the wordless stone monument where Merlin was.

"I must express my gratitude to you, child." Merlin saw his figure emerging from the forest and said first before he could speak.

"You're not welcome, sir, this is what I should do." Glenn waved his hands repeatedly and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, I have another question."

"What's the problem? If I knew about it, I would definitely not hide it."

Glenn looked at the stone tablet that had sealed the legendary wizard for more than a thousand years, and asked: "Now that the seal has been lifted, you won't disappear with it, right?"

Merlin seemed not to have expected that his question would be this. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "Your worries will not happen in a short time. Although Morgana erased my body and imprisoned me here,

, but it also indirectly protected my soul and magic power from dissipating over time. As long as I can find a suitable place to live, I can still hold on for a few more years."

"A shelter?" Glenn frowned, "Is it like this stone monument?"

"Absolutely." Merlin nodded, "It doesn't have to be a stone tablet, other small things that can hold souls can also be used."

A little thing that can hold a soul...

Glenn instantly thought of the old man in the ring who often appears in online novels, and couldn't help but feel a little off-kilter.

"But, where can I find such a soul container?" Glenn asked again after dispelling the messy thoughts in his mind.

"I don't think you need to worry about this problem." Merlin said with a smile, "That Professor Dumbledore you mentioned can solve this problem very well."

He said, pointing in the direction behind Glenn.

Glenn followed his hand and turned his head. Not far away, a tall and thin figure wearing a traveling cloak was walking towards here.

Although that figure had the same white beard and hair as Merlin, his back was straight and his movements were vigorous, not at all as agile as he should be for his age.

Obviously, it was Dumbledore who came.

Dumbledore quickly came to a few people, with his signature soft smile on his face.

Glenn looked at Dumbledore and then back at Merlin, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

He is also an image in his twilight years, and he also possesses absolutely powerful magical power.

The legendary wizard Merlin and the great wizard Dumbledore.

This is an encounter that spans thousands of years and belongs to two of the most outstanding and greatest wizards of their respective eras.